"Hey."

"Hey, yourself."

"Have a seat."

"Thanks."

"What it'll be?"

"Beer."

Jeff motioned to the bartender and smiled when he walked over. "Two more beers, please."

"Yes sir," the bartender replied.

"Hitting on the poor dude already?" Rob smirked. "Isn't it a little early?"

Jeff glanced at his watch. "Twelve thirty. Nah, it's late for me."

Rob laughed and thanked the bartender when he brought over their drinks.

"So, what's up?" Jeff asked. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," Rob sighed. "You?"

"Same," Jeff replied. "I've been doing a lot of thinking."

"Oh? About what?"

"Quittin'."

Rob set down his beer and looked at Jeff.

"Ya ain't really that surprised, are ya?" Jeff continued.

"I guess not."

"We both know I'm goin' nowhere fast."

"That's not true," Rob said.

"Ain't it?" Jeff snorted.

"No," Rob replied. "In the past six months, you've won the Euro and had matches for the IC and Undisputed and World Heavyweight belts, man. I don't call that 'going nowhere fast'."

"The only reason I had that match against Mark is because I was fucking him back then and we all know what kind of pull his has backstage. I had to fuck Regal for the Euro belt and Hunter to get a match for the World Heavyweight belt."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Rob took a long sip of his beer. "Paul wanted me to fuck him, too," he whispered.

"What happened?"

"What do you think happened, man?" Rob asked. "I said no, lost the IC belt, title shot, and became a punching bag."

"And they say only chicks have to sleep their way to the top," Jeff chuckled bitterly.

"Molly got screwed over, too."

"What?" Jeff asked, shocked. "She did? How?"

"Stephanie propositioned her," Rob replied. "Molly told her to fuck off and that's why her storylines all revolve around her virginity and shit like that."

"Is that why she dropped the title to Trish?"

"In a way," Rob chuckled softly. "See, what Stephanie and a lot people don't know is that Molly and Trish are secretly dating."

"No shit?"

"Yep," Rob grinned.

"Well, damn," Jeff laughed. "Why am I always the last one to find these things out?"

"Cause you're out of the loop, man."

"I guess so," Jeff smiled. "Can I buy ya another drink?"

"Actually, I'm meeting someone," Rob said as he looked around the bar. "And they should be here soon ... actually, they're late."

"Oh," Jeff whispered. "Who ya meeting?"

"Me," Tommy smiled, coming up behind them. "Hey Jeff. Hey Rob."

"Hi Tommy," Jeff muttered.

"You're late," Rob pouted slightly.

"Am I?" Tommy asked. "I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay," Rob smiled. "Jeff bought me a drink and kept me company."

"Cool, thanks bro," Tommy said.

"No problem," Jeff replied.

"You ready, Rob?" Tommy asked.

Rob nodded and stood up. "Thanks again, Jeff," he smiled.

"Anytime," Jeff said. "Have fun."

"We will," Tommy grinned and slid his hand in Rob's. "Bye."

"Bye," Rob smiled. "Oh and Jeff?"

"Yeah?" Jeff asked.

"Don't quit yet," Rob said. "Some of us would miss you," he smiled, and walked out with Tommy.

Jeff snorted and downed the rest of his beer. If only things were that simple.

*~*End*~*